. . . like the word bramble

. . . In my ideal city there would always be berry brambles growing along the road.  And unclaimed fruit trees.  In fact, it would be an unspoken social obligation to maintain a strip of frontage with some refreshment for whoever passes by.  Some place to throw the bike down and yourself onto the cool green grass. . . .

[keep reading: “bramble“]

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